Tuesday, November 30, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #107
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries have been based on requests made by you, dear readers. I want to take a moment to thank all of you who submitted requests. I hope that you were pleased with my efforts. The NW4NW series will resume its regularly once-a-week schedule in December. Although NW4NW All Request Month comes to a conclusion with this post, I am always open to your suggestions and requests for future entries - your feedback is greatly valued!]

Bush TetrasCover of Bush TetrasWe close out this year's NW4NW All Request Month with a bit of No Wave funk requested by Ron Parker.  Ron and I met online a few years ago and I have always enjoyed talking music with him. He got his request in under the wire this year, and it's a nifty one to end on.

Pat Place had just left a gig as guitarist in James Chance's bleat-and-skronk combo The Contortions when she teamed up with singer Cynthia Sley to form The Bush Tetras.  Building on the atonal foundation of the swiftly fading NYC No Wave scene, the Tetras cranked up the funky beat and found a greater semblance of melody amid screeching and stunted guitars than their predecessors.  Sley's chanted vocals keep things from sounding completely safe, and the songs wobble a bit, but fans of Gang Of Four or The Slits will understand.

The Bush Tetras original releases, the 4-song Rituals EP (1981) and the cassette-only Wild Things (1983), are both long out of print, but can be had if one is willing to look around a bit. Their two best-known songs were dance-club favorites in New York: their biggest underground success was the sparse but excellent "Too Many Creeps;" "Cowboys In Africa" is a bit more substantial musically but does not stray far from the boundaries of "Creeps."

Reuniting in 1990s, The Bush Tetras issued Boom In The Night, which collected their previous recordings and a few unreleased nuggets in one easy-to-own package.  Tetrafied, a collection of rare and unreleased demos and live performances, appeared in 1996.  Another reuinion came about in the middle of this decade, resulting in 2007's Very Very Happy, which combines old and new material.

For this request, I am happy to share both of The Bush Tetras classics; the video for "Too Many Creeps" and an audio-only of "Cowboys In Africa."  My thanks to Ron Parker for this request, and my thanks again to everyone who submitted requests for this month's fun.  Hope you've enjoyed!







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Sunday, November 28, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #106
BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

I was honored to receive a request for this year's NW4NW All Request Month from guitarist Amy Gore, formerly of The Gore Gore Girls and currently teamed up with Nikki Corvette, Lianna Castillo and Al King as Gorevette.  Tops on her request list? None other than her own bandmate Nikki's classic bubblegum-punk band, Nikki & The Corvettes!

Nikki & The Corvettes may have had a relatively short shelf life (roughly 4 years, from 1977-1981), but Nikki's influence has been far reaching.  Everyone from Josie Cotton to The Go-Go's to The Donnas owes her an audible debt of gratitude.  Whereas female-led rock and roll bands may not seem so unusual today, when the then-named Nikki Corvette & The Convertibles released the single "Young And Crazy" in 1978, it was almost unheard of, as she discusses in this interview clip:



With a sound that reimagined The Ramones as a '60s girl group, and with enough energy and enthusiasm to nearly bounce the needle right off the turntable, "Young And Crazy" announced the rules by which Nikki was playing:  No mopey torch songs, no dour introspection, no syrupy ballads.  Nikki was all about rock and roll and fun and cars and boys and good times.  This was music meant to be cranked out of a tinny AM car radio with the top down, the sun blazing, and as many friends crammed into the backseat as possible.  You simply are not going to be in a bad mood if Nikki Corvette has any say about it!

A second single, "Honey Bop," appeared in 1979 with the band name now somewhat simplified to Nikki & The Corvettes (try saying "Nikki Corvette & The Convertibles" five times fast), followed in 1980 by a full album on the Bomp! label.  Nikki & The Corvettes is a classic.  Not a bad song to found among it's dozen tracks, it features highlights like "He's A Mover," "Just What I Need," "Backseat Love" and "Summertime Fun" that not only keep your toes happily tapping, they stick to your brain like wonderfully gooey confections, demanding to be heard again and again.  Unfortunately, Bomp! sped up the masters when pressing the album, making Nikki's already bubbly voice sound almost cartoonish.

The single "I Gotta Move" appeared in 1981; it is notable for its flip side, which could be the Nikki Corvette theme song, "Girls Like Me" ("...were born to rock and roll...").  That, however, seemed to be the end of the road.  Nikki dropped out of the recording industry, apparently unaware of the rabid fanbase she had just waiting for something - anything - from their darling Nikki.

In 2000, Bomp! reissued Nikki & The Corvettes on CD with the recording speed corrected, the cover art changed, and all of the non-album single sides appended except, inexplicably, for "Honey Bop." The reissue only served to increase demand, and in 2001 Nikki was coaxed out of retirement for a show in LA, then another in 2002 in Minneapolis.  In 2003, her fans' long wait was rewarded, when the single "Love Me" b/w "What's On My Mind" ended a 22-year recording drought.

Shortly thereafter, a Japanese release, Nikki Corvette's Wild Record Party, appeared, containing Nikki's renditions of classics like Generation X's "Ready Steady Go," The MC5's "High School," The Saints' "Wild About You" and more.  Again the fun is dialed up to eleven, and it's as though the 20+ years since her last album never happened.  Highly recommended.

Nikki had been slowly assembling a new "official" band, and Nikki Corvette & The Stingrays made their bow in 2006 with Back To Detroit.  Kicking off with the sizzling title track, the album transports the vibe of Nikki & The Corvettes to the 21st century without sounding overly nostalgic or derivative. A second album with the Stingrays, Rebellious Love Emergency, followed in 2008.  Again, you cannot go wrong picking up either album.

Nikki was introduced to Amy Gore in 2005, and soon they began writing songs together, releasing their debut as Gorevette, Lustfully Yours, earlier this year.  On their MySpace page, they note a description of their music from Real Detroit Weekly that captures them beautifully: "Bubble-gum and hip-shakeable hooks meet ruthless, pure-firestorm guitar ecstasy."  Having been fortunate enough to see them perform live, I can confirm that description.

My great thanks, again, to Amy Gore for this request! Please enjoy the clips I've chosen below: first, an audio-only of two Nikki & The Corvettes songs circa 1980, "Girls Like Me" and "Let's Go," (the audio starts about 10 seconds in), and then the clip for Gorevette's "Lustfully Yours" from this year. Enjoy!






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Saturday, November 27, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #105
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

The ConnellsCover of The ConnellsEric Link was among those who listed among his requests a band or two that I am not very familiar with at all, but one name on his list jumped out at me, being as familiar as an old schoolmate. It's a band that, to me, completely epitomized the prevailing college radio sound of the era when Eric and I each spun records at the University of Richmond's radio station; a band I don't listen to often enough, but whenever I do I am brought right back to the cramped DJ booth at WDCE, and a smile is brought to my face.

If you put The Smiths and The Byrds into a sonic blender with a mild sprinkling of Celtic flair, the result would undoubtedly sound very much like Raleigh, NC's The Connells.  Lead by brothers Mike and David Connell, the group has been making likable, moody Southern jangle-pop since first appearing on a local indy-label compilation album in 1984.  While comparisons to R.E.M. have been unavoidable, they have also been misguided; The Connells hew closer to a psychedlicized Guadalcanal Diary or The DB's in a blue funk then they do to the Athens giants. 

Their debut, 1984's Darker Days, showed the early Connells to be band with more ideas than ability.  Songs like the title track and "Hats Off" showed such promise, and it was easy to see where the band was aiming, but their playing was a bit clunky and unfocused at times.  Thankfully, they forged ahead without losing sight of their target, and they nailed a bullseye with their second effort.  By the time Boylan Heights was released in 1987, The Connells' musicianship had caught up to their potential.   The album is fantastic.  Vocalist Doug MacMillan no longer strains to project the emotion behind Mike Connell's songs; rather, he almost delivers the excellent "Scotty's Lament" as an aside, tossing out lines like "I delight in my despair" knowing that they are potent enough on their own without any additional oomph needed.  Tracks like "Elegance" and "Try" helped to make Boylan Heights a college radio smash.

Fun & Games followed in 1989, keeping the pace of Boylan Heights but not really taking any steps forward.  Nothing here is objectionable, but nothing is highly memorable, either.  The Connells were back in gear, however, when they released One Simple Word the following year.  With guitars ringing as brightly as ever and a bit more pep in their stride, the band were finding the pop side of their personality.  The single "Stone Cold Yesterday" generated quite a bit of interest, but The Connells were beginning to feel the grind of near-constant touring.  They retreated for a few years before re-emerging ready to reveal their masterpiece.

That masterpiece was found on the album Ring"Slackjawed" crystallized everything that made The Connells so enjoyable into one four-minute song: the off-handed emotion, the catchy chorus hook, and those guitars.  It would be their most successful album and single to date, but certainly not their last. 

Weird Food and Devastation followed in 1996.  Again, The Connells seemed to be stuck in neutral; it continued where Ring left off, but didn't move forward.  Two years later, Still Life found the band sounding softer, almost tired.  It seemed that perhaps the end was near, but The Connells were not out of ammunition yet!  In 2000, they bounced back with the self-released Old School Dropouts, the first album on their own Black Park Records since their debut.  It was as if the two previous records never happened.  Getting back to their DIY roots, the band sounds revived on tracks like "Bust," "Hello Walter" and "Back In Blighty."

Ten years later, the world still awaits the next volley from The Connells.  While band members have tried their hands at side projects, they insist that The Connells are not done.  They do tour intermittently, but whether or not we'll hear anything new any time soon remains to be seen.

In the meantime, please enjoy the clips for two of my favorites, "Scotty's Lament" from the excellent Boylan Heights LP, and "Slackjawed" from Ring.  My thanks to Eric Link for his request!







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Friday, November 26, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #104
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

This entry in the New Wave for the New Week Series marks a departure from the usual: today's is the first post in the series to feature a movie instead of a band.

My old friend Gil Smart reviews both national and local politics in his always excellent Smart Remarks column for Lancaster Newspapers, as well as authoring the blog of the same name. While Gil and I seldom agree politically, we often find common ground when it comes to music.  It surprised me, then, when Gil admitted to never having actually seen the New Wave era's equivalent to the movie version of Woodstock, the cult classic concert film Urgh! A Music War! 

Urgh! is as perfect a time-capsule of the New Wave as could be created.  30+ bands recorded live in 1980, presented in seemingly random succession with no narration, no explanation, and no context save for the immediate comparison to the other bands who appear in the film.  Each act is seen performing one song except for The Police, who open the film with a gripping version of "Driven To Tears" and end it with a sing-along medley of "Roxanne" and "So Lonely."  Indeed, at the time of the movie's 1981 release, The Police were likely the most well-known group in the lineup (the only other "name" act at the time would have been Devo; The Go-Go's and Joan Jett & The Blackhearts had yet to break big).  Their featured status in the film had less to do with that, however, than it did with who produced the movie.

Urgh! was the brainchild of Miles Copeland, brother of Stewart Copeland, drummer for The Police.  Miles Copeland had founded the influential indy label Illegal Records in the UK, which soon was renamed I.R.S. Records in the States.  I.R.S. had a distribution deal with A&M Records, which in turn meant that the artists featured in Urgh! were largely plucked from the I.R.S. and A&M rosters.  The bands ran the gamut from big name (Wall Of Voodoo, Orchestral Manouevres In The Dark, The Cramps) to no-name (the mysterious Invisible Sex is a band that no one seems to know much about outside of their appearance here); from the laid-back reggae of Steel Pulse to the hardcore punk of The Dead Kennedys; from the piano-bar standard of Jools Holland to the avant-garde loopiness of Pere Ubu.  In each case, the music is left to speak for itself, and certainly some performances have aged better than others.  What stands out is that everyone was so young at the time, and full of enthusiasm.  If there is any throughline tying it all together, it is that combination of energy and naivete that exudes from each band.  This was yet another generation who thought they could change the world with music, captured here before being jaded by the realities of the business.

The film itself exists in a few different forms: when originally released for its brief theatrical run, the movie clocked in at 94 minutes.  The VHS and Laserdisc (remember those?) releases to the public include ten additional performances cut from the theatrical release, bringing the running time up to 124 minutes.  During the 1980s, Urgh! was shown with some regularity on the USA Network's old overnight music and pop culture program Night Flight; the version USA aired was sometimes padded with even more footage that had not been originally filmed for the movie. 

For many years, the movie was unavailable unless you either owned (or were willing to pay big bucks for) the VHS release or you still had a working Laserdisc player.  It simply was not to be had on DVD, no doubt due to licensing issues (recent occasional theatrical showings have had to excise Gary Numan's performance of "Down In The Park," as he has apparently not been forthcoming with a signed release.)  Finally, in late 2009, Warner Archives gave the film a legitimate, if lacking, DVD release: it's actually a DVD-R burned to fill each order. The film was not remastered or cleaned up in any way, nor are there any special features beyond the original trailer for the film.  Worse, the DVD chapters are not synced with the performances, but rather only serve to fast-forward ten minutes at  a time. On top of all that, the performance by the UK band Splodgenessabounds is inexplicably cut from the DVD version.  Purchase at your own risk.

Rumors persist that, in actuality, three songs were filmed for each act, and that this footage is collecting dust in a vault somewhere.  If this is true, consider the incredible DVD box set that could be put together by the proper curators!

In addition to the film variations, a soundtrack was released, originally as a two-record set, in 1981, featuring all but 8 of the VHS version's performances.  The vinyl can still be found affordably on eBay and Amazon; the briefly issued and now out-of-print CD release fetches huge dollars.

Urgh! A Music War! was an important film if for no other reason than to serve as window to a time when, as one friend of mine likes to say, New Wave really was a wave.  Both the VHS and the soundtrack are well worth digging up.  To give you a taste, I've chosen four of my favorite performances from the movie.  Rather than tell you about them, I'll just let you watch and let the clips speak for themselves, as the movie intended.   Gil, thank you for an outstanding request!











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Thursday, November 25, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #103
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

The JamCover of The JamAmong the list of suggestions my friend Maureen Gamber offered in her request was one of the greatest bands of the era, regardless of genre; a band who, while never having much commercial success here in the States, was voted #5 British band of all time by Virgin Radio poll of the 100 Best British Bands as voted by their listeners - with the band's lead singer/songwriter coming in at #21 as a solo artist and his next band coming in at #93!

Not a bad showing for Mr. Paul Weller, who fronted the outstanding mod trio, The Jam.  Along with bassist Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler on drums, The Jam took a 6-year journey from angry young (but well-dressed!) punks to British pop icons, leaving behind a catalog of recorded material that ranges from damn good to unbelievably excellent.

Wearing their musical influences (most notably, The Who) on their mohair sleeves and with Rickenbackers flashing, The Jam brought 1965 to 1977, charging out of the gate with two fantastic albums in less than a year.  Their debut, In The City, bristled with enough energy and angst for the band to have been quickly lumped in with the '77 Punk crowd (that the title track's main riff was nicked by The Sex Pistols for their "Holidays In The Sun" single only solidified that mis-categorization). The immediate follow-up album, This Is The Modern World, added a touch more melody to the proceedings, but did not dial back the roar.  Both are absolutely essential albums.

All Mod Cons, released a year later, began to stretch the band's boundaries.  Musical references to The Who were now evolving into sonic echoes of The Kinks (whose "David Watts" gets covered to great effect), and Weller as a songwriter was becoming more of a storyteller, even if those stories were somewhat harrowing ("Down In The Tube Station At Midnight").  1979's Setting Sons kept The Jam's evolution on track, and scored them not only their first visit to the US album charts, but their first Top Ten single in the UK, "The Eton Rifles." 

The dawn of the new decade saw The Jam take a sudden but not completely unexpected turn towards a Rubber Soul-era Beatles sound with the release of Sound Affects.  The lead single, "Going Underground," showed that the band could still deliver the tough stuff when they cared to, but the stunning "That's Entertainment" began to reveal a new, more wistful side of the band.  A couple of non-album singles, "Funeral Pyre" and "Absolute Beginners," took this sound to the next level, adding some R&B influence to the mix.  The Jam was really hitting its stride.

Which made it all the more surprising that their next album, 1982's The Gift, would be their last.  Sporting a couple of top-notch singles in "Just Who Is The 5 O'Clock Hero?" and "Town Called Malice," The Gift finally gave The Jam a #1 album in the UK.  After two more non-album singles, the stunning "The Bitterest Pill" and the bopping "Beat Surrender," Weller dissolved the band, choosing to focus more on the R&B side of his music with his new band, The Style Council. 

They went out on top and have never reunited, nor does there seem to be any likelihood that they will.  So we can only enjoy the half-dozen albums they left behind.  Here are two of my favorites, which happen also to neatly bookend The Jam's career: First up, "In The City" from their 1977 debut, then "Town Called Malice" from their 1982 swansong.  My great thanks to Maureen for this request- great call!








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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #102
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

At least one reader piped up with a request on the TWIWGTS Twitter Page this time around, and thank heavens for Twitter's translation services! @macrvy, from Tokyo, Japan, tweeted a request that listed a handful of artists, most intriguing among them the band that is often credited for single-handedly creating and defining what has come to be called Industrial music.  Those of you who are looking for clap-hands sing-along good time music are advised to turn back now; you will be appalled.

"These people are the wreckers of civilization!" - Tory MP Nicholas Fairbairn, Conservative Member of Parliament

The "people" referred to in Fairbairn's oft-cited quote, were Genesis P-Orridge, Cosey Fanni Tutti, Peter Christopherson and Chris Carter, collectively known to the world as Throbbing Gristle. Evolving from an early-'70s performance art troupe called COUM Transmissions, who were themselves reviled by many for their tendencies to stretch the boundaries of obscenity to nearly the snapping point, Throbbing Gristle challenged the common perceptions of music.  Freeing themselves of the shackles of constructs such as rhythm, melody, and often even notes and chords, they created a frightening din within which they explored the darkest, most repulsive aspects of the human psyche.  When semi-recognizable structures did bubble up from their fetid, droning swamp of warped electronic noise, they were rudimentary at best.  Yet, the nightmare they unleashed was fascinating - an all-too unforgiving funhouse mirror image of the worst of us. In Throbbing Gristle's world, music was not meant to be attractive or enjoyable.  Rather, their sonic goal was to challenge - perhaps ultimately enrage - and to reflect the soulless depression of the Britain in which they lived.

Throbbing Gristle debuted on July 6, 1976, at London's Air Gallery, thus beginning a series of live performances that steadily received more and more attention.  Their earliest performances were exactly one hour long: they would literally walk onstage and punch in at a timeclock, just as workers all across the country did at their jobs; 60 minutes later, they would punch out and go home. (Often, they arranged for the power to be cut at the one-hour mark, even if they were in mid-song, to insure strict adherence to schedule.)  Early practitioners of tape manipulation and use of samples and electronics (at a time when the equipment being used nowadays for doing so had yet to be refined - or in some cases, invented), they created a canvas of droning, monotonous, usually minimalistic, repetition with P-Orridge reciting spoken word pieces over top.  Everything was distorted into a decidedly alienating sound; the aural equivalent of grey windowless factory buildings, smoke-blackened skies, depression and terror.

Every live performance was recorded and, eventually, released in a series of cassettes, making their discography immense; their studio recordings did not mitigate the sonic attack in the least.  Their first three albums, Second Annual Report, DoA, and the wonderfully mis-named 20 Jazz Funk Greats (sporting perhaps the most perfect cover art imaginable) are harsh, cold, and almost inaccessible.  That their debut single, "United," verged on synthpop, if a grotesquely stunted and immature version of it, was indicative of the band's sense of humor: not only did it barely foreshadow what was to come, but by the time they included the track on an album (DoA), they sped up the tape so that the entire piece flew by in under half a minute.

While some of their compositions (the term "songs" just doesn't seem right here) went on for over ten unyielding minutes, they were often at their most frightening and downright creepy when working in shorter-form pieces: the voice-through-a-fan vocals of "Hamburger Lady" ("burnt from the waist up") are just barely audible above the nightmarish wall of sound; "Something Came Over Me," while again flirting with actual song structure, is downright bone-chilling.

Wary of sticking around long enough to fall into the trap of self-parody, the band sent out postcards on June 23, 1981, that simply said, "The mission is terminated."  With that, Throbbing Gristle was done - for the time being.  P-Orridge and Christopherson formed Psychic TV and continued in Throbbing Gristle's prolific vein, recording and releasing literally everything they did; Carter and Tutti continued on as Chris & Cosey. 

Throbbing Gristle resumed their mission in 2004, playing the odd reunion gigs here and there and recording new material.  While on tour this year, the band announced that Genesis P-Orridge had abandoned them, and continued on without him under the moniker X-TG.  Where this is leading one can only wonder.

Trying to choose clips representative of Throbbing Gristle's sound is difficult.  For the sake of those who have no idea what they're getting into, I chose shorter pieces.  First up, "Six Six Sixties" from 20 Jazz Funk Greats; then an audio-only of the infamous "Hamburger Lady."  Usually, I say "Enjoy!" I think perhaps that "Good luck!" might be better here.  But, I will say "Thank you!" to @macrvy for an excellent request!







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Monday, November 22, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #101
BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

My good friend Dave Demmin is one of a handful of repeat requesters from last year, I'm pleased to say.  Dave knows good music, with tastes definitely leaning toward "surf punk." Since I'd already done a NW4NW entry on one of his favorite bands, The Surf Punks (surprise surprise!), he suggested another band that traded in that same beach-y twangy sound.

Mike Palm, Scott Miller and Steve Soto formed Agent Orange in Fullerton, CA, as the 1970's faded into the sunset.  Drawing as much from The Ventures and Dick Dale as they did from The Ramones and The Sex Pistols, Agent Orange set themselves apart from the emerging hardcore scene by mitigating the hyperspeed roar with pop sensibility and a laid-back California surfer attitude.  Their earliest record, the 7-inch EP Bloodstains, caught the ear of LA disc jockey/scenester Rodney Bingenheimer, who spun the title track regularly on his radio program on the influential KROQ as well as including Agent Orange cuts on each of the first two Rodney On The ROQ compilation albums before the band even had their own first album out.

That local exposure created an expectant buzz around Agent Orange's 1981 debut LP, and Living In Darkness delivered the goods: a slightly more polished recording of "Bloodstains" highlighted a pack of now-classics including "Everything Turns Grey," "Too Young To Die," and "A Cry For Help In A World Gone Mad." Their surf-rock tendencies were brought to the forefront with covers of genre standards "Pipeline" and "Miserlou." One of the best records of that year, and simply a must-own.  The following year's Bitchin' Summer EP kept the momentum going with similar material. (The later CD reissue sports different cover art and appends both EPs.) 

After a two-year wait, Agent Orange was back in the record racks with When You Least Expect It. Originally released as a 4-song EP, it was later reissued with two more tracks added.  Kicking off with the insanely catchy "It's Up To Me And You" and sporting a cranked-up cover of Jefferson Airplane's "Somebody To Love," the record saw the band begin to solidify a fan base of surfers of a different kind - those who surfed the sidewalks instead of the waves.  Their next full album, 1986's This Is The Voice, capitalized on the skate-punk scene.  Sporting some great tunes ("It's In Your Head," "Fire In The Rain") and crisper production than previous efforts, its poppier sound makes it a somewhat different record from Living In Darkness, though no less enjoyable.

After that record, Agent Orange dropped off the map for awhile, reappearing in 1991 with a live album, Real Live Sound.  With an ever-revolving group of sidemen, Palm was keeping the band alive on the road; this album, while not essential, documents the band's setlist of the era: a mix of back-catalog classics and well-chosen covers, played in front of an appreciative crowd.  New Agent Orange material would not arrive until five years later with the release of Virtually Indestructible.  No new ground was broken here - fans of This Is The Voice and When You Least Expect It will love Virtually Indestructible, too.

Two attempts at "Greatest Hits" type collections are worth noting if only for the buyer-beware factor: Greatest And Latest from 2000 sports some new material and some classic titles, but these are 2000-vintage re-recordings of old material, not the original recordings.  Sonic Snake Sessions is a two-disc set released in 2003 which basically combines When You Least Expect It, This Is The Voice, and Real Live Sound under one title.  Neither is altogether bad, but be sure you know what you're getting.

Palm and company continue to tour - in fact, I recently had to kick myself for missing them live in Harrisburg, PA, about 45 minutes from me, about a month or so back - and given the historically long stretches between Agent Orange releases, we can hold out hope that there is more good music to come.  In the meantime, enjoy a couple of classics: here is a live performance circa 1983 of "Everything Turns Grey," and an audio-only of the classic "Bloodstains." Thanks go out to Dave Demmin for a great request!








Friday, November 19, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #100
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

100!

When I started the NW4NW series, it never even crossed my mind that I would reach the century mark, but the pleasantly surprising popularity of these posts has kept the series alive this long, and the end is not yet in sight thanks to the suggestions you guys have sent my way - not only during this month's All Request stretch, but throughout the life of this series.  I thank you all!  Once it became apparent to me that 100 was within reach, I started to think about what band would be an appropriate subject for such a milestone.  As it turns out, I didn't have to make the decision: the rules for All Request Month are unbending, and state that the requests must be filled in the order I received them.  And, as it turns out, I couldn't have scripted it better!

My life would be very different, and far less rich, were it not for the many years of friendship I have enjoyed with Philadelphia-based artist Sue White.  We have been great friends since high school, even though there have been stretches (some far too long) where we fell out of touch.  It came as no surprise to me that Sue came up with one of my favorite requests of the batch this year, nor did it surprise me that the Universe saw fit to have it land in the 100 slot.

Born in Long Beach, CA, and the California Institute of the Arts, Suburban Lawns were the epitome of the New Wave sound: herky-jerky robotic rhythms; detached, emotionless female vocals; futuristic themes; sarcastic, sometimes goofy, lyrics.  Their music lurched and twisted as they sang about eating Doritos with aliens, bloody shark attacks, or - in their most (in)famous lyrical pun - a misunderstanding about someone's profession and reproductive organs...but  more about that in a moment.

Su Tissue was the perfect lead vocalist for such a band.  Managing to appear at once adorable and psychotic, she was an onstage presence that demanded attention. Her counterpart, guitarist and occasional vocalist Vex Billingsgate, wrote or co-wrote most of the band's material.  Together with Frankie Ennui, Chuck Roast and John Gleur, they debuted in 1979 with the self-released single "Gidget Goes To Hell."  The record quickly became an underground favorite, and director Jonathan Demme made a short-subject film to accompany the song, which aired on the November 15, 1980, episode of Saturday Night Live. (I'm still waiting for that season to come out on DVD, to see that clip again, along with Captain Beefheart's legendary live appearance and Charles Rocket sinking his career with one misplaced F-word!)

That exposure helped them get signed with I.R.S. Records, who released their eponymous debut album in 1981. Suburban Lawns may be the ultimate New Wave record. From the machine-gun delivery of pop-culture touchstones in the opener, "Flying Saucer Safari," to the unsettling "Green Eyes," to the insidiously catchy "Unable," Su Tissue yips and yelps and skitters over her band's angular musical landscape.  Billingsgate's vocal turns aren't quite as disorienting ("Protection," "Mom And Dad And God"), but his comparative normalcy feels out of place in this environment. 

And then, there is "Janitor."  "Janitor" was issued first as a single, before the album's release, and immediately caused a stir over its lyrics.  It's chorus is supposedly based on a conversation Su had with someone at a very loud party one night.  She asked this person what he did for a living, and he replied "I'm a janitor;" straining to hear him over the party din, Su thought he had said, "Oh, my genitals," and so the chorus of the song was created.

Reduced to a foursome after John Gleur left the band, Suburban Lawns re-emerged in 1983 with the five-song Baby EP.  The more out-there aspects of their personality were reigned in for this record, but while the overall result lacks some of the punch of the album, the lead single, "Flavor Crystals," ranks among Suburban Lawns' best songs. 

Soon after, the Suburban Lawns went their separate ways.  Jonathan Demme. who had remained a fan, cast Su Tissue in his film Something Wild (she played the role of Peggy Dillman) in 1986.  In 1982, between Suburban Lawns records, Su released a solo record, Salon de Musique, which explored variations on a repeated piano loop across three lengthy, though fascinating, tracks.  She would go on to study classical piano at Berkley College of Music after the Lawns disbanded.

All of the Suburban Lawns material (as well as Su Tissue's solo record) is out of print; a CD reissue of their catalog is long overdue. It is well worth taking the time to search out their records, though - and don't be put off when you occasionally see high dollar figures attached to them. Keep looking; they can be had for budget prices. 

In the meantime, here is some Suburban Lawns music for you to enjoy: First up, a brief clip of the band introducing themselves and performing a snippet of "Gidget Goes To Hell" (not the entire song, unfortunately); next, the video for the lyrically legendary "Janitor;" and finally, and audio-only clip of "Flavor Crystals."  My great thanks to Sue White for this request, and for (without realizing it) helping to choose the perfect band for entry number 100!







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Thursday, November 18, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #99
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

I always enjoy discovering bands I've never heard before - especially when they turn out to be older groups that somehow flew under my radar.  Out of the many requests I received this month, two or three such obscure names popped up, but they were bands that I had at least known of, even if I had never actually heard their music.  My friend Tom Quinn wins the prize this year, though, for completely stumping me by requesting The Prefab Messiahs

Accepting the challenge, I spent an evening surfing the Internets for information and/or samples, and located two Prefab Messiahs tracks being made available at WFMU's utterly indispensable Free Music Archive (bookmark it now - you'll spend hours there!).  Knowing Tom's predilection for Lo-Fi garage bands (check his own work with The Mud Pie Sun), I was not at all surprised at the sounds I heard; their pedigree, however, caused me to raise an eyebrow.

Their legend, from the liner notes of their lone release, 1998's Devolver, goes like this:
"In the first half of the 1980s, in the post-industrial landmine known as Worcester, Massachusetts (a/k/a/ Wormtown) -- a city whose two industrial complexes made it number one on the Soviet Union's hit list in case of war -- three wise men, accompanied by an equally strange entourage of followers and inventors, ignored all the rules of how to become successful musicians and created a unique legacy of their own, and with it, the era of "Peace, Love and Alienation." 

The journey began at Clark University, where two devotees of Dada terrorism, Xeth "Xerox" Feinberg and "Egg" Al Nidlepostered its campus with posters announcing "talentless guitarist and drummer seeking bassist and lead guitarist to form post-new wave pop pseudo-psychedelic band." It drew the attention of Kris "Trip" Thompson, a new member of the church of all things psychedelic and guitarist-without-a working guitar Mike "Doc" Michaud. They began practicing at the local community radio station, using only pizza boxes for a drum kit, and were not so politely asked to leave by half the station. The other half demanded they play on the air, and soon afterwards, the Prefab Messiahs were on the airwaves asking the question, "Whatever happened to Cousin Artie? / He blew his mind out at a '60s party...," and intended or not (thanks to the fact the local underground club's doorman was indeed a popular scenester named Artie, and still scarred from having been forced to attend Woodstock), the residents of Wormtown took it as a celebration of one of their own. 

With its Betty Crocker-like instant success, and fame (or at least a good used clothing store) just around the corner, "Egg" Al decided to leave the performing line-up and like Gepetto and Malcolm McClaren, pull strings from behind the scenes (he attempted to bring Ronald McDonald into its lineup - but alas, failed by a single screw of pulling off the artistic coup of the century). He was replaced by Ringo, a Casio instrument whose existence irritated serious music fans, but delighted music lovers. 

In the spring of '82 the group entered the "Spring Rock Showcase" at the city's largest nightclub [Sanctuary]. Heavily promoted by the region's biggest radio station [WAAF], it attracted a large hard rock crowd, most of who were beyond stunned to see the Prefabs take the stage with Ringo - but not as horrified as when they learned the group had won its preliminary round enroute to the semi-finals.

The Prefabs' belief in their music earned the respect of Nebulas drummer Tony Serrato, who volunteered to replace Ringo. They took their prize and recorded "The 16th Track" and "Desperately Happy", and with a real drummer, rapidly became one of the city's best live acts. 

Time constraints eventually forced Serrato to leave the band, and he was replaced by Billy Brahm, from Bobb Trimble's equally mythical Crippled Dog Band."
And that, folks, is the entirety of the available information about the band online.  This same story is repeated, verbatim, on just about every site that mentions them; the few pages that do not reproduce these liner notes only paraphrase them.  Devolver, then, purported to be the long-awaited release, finally, of songs recorded a decade and a half before; it is now out of print itself, though it can be had on Amazon if you're willing to pony up the dough.

Now, to add to the legend: This year, there appeared online a free-to-download album by a mysterious group called The Huh?, The Hypothetical Return Of The Prefab Messiahs, described as "an album of original music inspired by the legendary career of The Prefab Messiahs." Finding The Huh?'s MySpace page, one will discover the name of Prefab Messiah Xeth "Xerox" Feinberg as the identity behind this creation. 

It all seems to lead to more questions than answers, but the music is fantastic pseudo-psychedelic acid-garage rock.  I won't try to tell you more - I've shared all I now know.  You take it from here, by checking out two video clips: the first, for "Desperately Happy," is a perfect duplication of the late-60s/early-70s cartoon rock band shows I grew up on (think The Archies, Josie & the Pussycats, The Banana Splits...), the second, for the decidedly trippier "The 16th Track," boasts a 1983 vintage.  Thank you, Tom, for the request and for opening my ears to something new...er, old...





Wednesday, November 17, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #98
BONUS ENTRY! BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

Let's ActiveCover of Let's ActiveOver on the Facebook Fanpage, my friend Tom Grochowski, who I've known since the 8th grade and who is a great person to discuss music, film, politics, and Morton's Pot Pies with, wrote, "I was initially hesitant to request, given your remarkable thorough-ness. I'm pleased to find at least a few omissions to keep [New Wave for the New Week] going!"  Thank you for the compliment, Tom, but thorough-ness? Far from it!  One of the things that has amazed me about the suggestions that have come in for this NW4NW All Request Month is that you folks have stocked me with enough suggestions to fill Mondays almost all the way up to All Request Month 2011!  Tom's "hesitant" request is a great one:

When North Carolina's Let's Active released the five-song Afoot EP in 1983, they sent music critics everywhere rushing to their thesauruses to find synonyms for "jangly" and "cheerful." Led by wunderkind producer, songwriter and musician Mitch Easter, the trio made tasty little nuggets of bubblegummy ear candy that melted into gooey goodness in your brain, giving you that sugar rush that demanded more! But all was not exactly as it seemed on the surface: once you broke the spell of the giddy pop sloshing over your eardrums and started to pay attention to the lyrics, well, maybe "cheerful" wasn't the best description.  The big "hit" from the record is one of the most spot-on break-up songs ever written, "Every Word Means No." Beneath its ringing guitars and shimmering cuteness is a very sad narrator who wishes he could have back what is now forever lost.

And so it was with Let's Active: always that juxtaposition of joyful noise and mournful message.  Easter formed the group in 1981 with drummer Sara Romweber and bassist Faye Hunter, but it wasn't until Easter made his name producing early R.E.M. records that people started to take notice.  The band's unusual name, by the way, was taken from one of those Japanese T-shirt slogans that was written by someone who knew just enough English to get it wrong.  After Afoot was met with critical accolades, the trio went about creating a full-length album.  Cypress built on the foundation that Afoot put in place, beginning to explore more psychedelic sounds and complex themes, but still cloaking it all in shiny Southern new-pop charm.  The lead single, "Waters Part," became a college radio hit; their cover of an obscure single by unknowns The Outskirts, "Blue Line," is among their best efforts ever. (Afoot and Cypress were later reissued as single CD.)

The success and acclaim of his continuing production and session work for other bands made Easter a highly sought after commodity.  As a result, Let's Active came to be viewed more or less as "The Mitch Easter Show," and Hunter and Romweber soon departed.  The third Let's Active album, Big Plans For Everybody, turned out to actually be "The Mitch Easter Show."  Writing and singing all of the songs and playing damn near every instrument on the album (with a few friends helping out here and there), Easter single-handedly kept the band name alive with the hopes of finding a new permanent line-up in the near future.  The record has its rough patches, but the majestic "Fell" is worth the price of admission alone.  1988's Every Dog Has His Day was again largely Easter himself, although Angie Carlson (who would spend a brief period as Mrs. Mitch Easter) took some of the instrumental load this time around.  Together they found a couple more folks to round out a fairly stable touring line-up, but Let's Active never went back into the recording studio.

Easter focused his efforts more on the production side of things throughout the 1990s, but in the past decade has played with the bands Shalini and The Fiendish Minstrels, as well as recording a solo album.  

In order to fill Tom's request for Let's Active, please enjoy both "Every Word Means No" and "Blue Line." Thank you for your request, Tom!







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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

New Wave for the New Week #97
BY REQUEST!

[All throughout the month of November, all NW4NW entries are based on requests made by you, dear readers. Because of the amount of requests received, there will often be more than one entry per week during this month - I recommend signing up for email alerts on the left-hand side of the screen so that you don't miss any of the fun! I cannot take anymore requests for this month, but please always feel free to suggest bands you might like to see featured in future NW4NW posts. You may do so either in the comments section of this post, on Twitter, or on the Facebook Fanpage.]

Gene Loves JezebelCover of Gene Loves JezebelNext up in our month-long parade of NW4NW Requests is the suggestion made originally by James Holmes, who I first met a few years back on the old VH1-Classic message board.  James listens to a pretty wide scope of music, ranging from New Wave to Pop to Rock, and his request is a band that neatly encapsulates all of those genres, despite splitting into two versions of itself.

In-fighting amongst bandmates is certainly nothing new in the music world; when the feuding folks happen to be brothers, it can get a bit more intense, as seen in the sharp divisions between Ray and Dave Davies of The Kinks and, more recently, Noel and Liam Gallagher's onstage sparring in the band Oasis.  So it was for the Brothers Aston, Welsh-born twins who were the impetus for - and the deconstruction of - Gene Loves Jezebel.

Gene Loves Jezebel emerged from an earlier group, Slav Aryan, around 1981, and first came to public attention with their 1983 debut album Promise, and its main single, "Bruises."  Sporting a bizarre androgynous look and a dark, slinky sound marked by sheets of guitar noise and Bono-like vocals pock-marked with shrieks and yelps, Gene Loves Jezebel was quickly lumped in with the emerging Goth scene - although that was not a completely accurate classification.  Two years later, Immigrant revealed a tougher, louder version of their sound, perhaps best realized on a non-album 12-inch single "Desire," which was their first big breakthrough and remains one of their best-loved songs.

"Desire" was so successful that it was added to the following year's release, Discover. This was their first major-label American release, and it sported a second single, "Heartache," that saw the band drifting ever-closer to the same sort of over-the-top Glam-Rock redux that The Cult had proven to be so commercially viable at the time.  They fully realized that transformation on House Of Dolls, their most mainstream-sounding record to date - and the beginning of the end for the Aston brothers.  Michael left the band, feeling his artistic vision was being compromised by brother Jay's attempts to commercialize the band.

Without Michael, Jay continued the band and released Kiss Of Life, which contained their highest-charting single yet, "Jealous."  Heavenly Bodies stayed the course the following year, but after their record label collapsed, Gene Loves Jezebel disintegrated.  Michael and Jay each pursued separate solo careers before attempting a reconciliation and reunion in the late 1990s.  They recorded a new album, VII, and toured, but were soon at each other's throats over which musicians to use (they each wanted to use the musicians they had been working with on their solo projects) and how to split the profits.  Jay had VII re-issued in the UK with Michael's songs removed, and the brothers were once again at odds.

Since then, each has led a band of musicians on tour and in the recording studio under the Gene Loves Jezebel moniker, which has resulted in legal proceedings between the brothers and annoyance and confusion among fans.  As things settled out, the brother each wound up with a viable claim to the rights to the name Gene Loves Jezebel: Michael owns the name here in the US, while Jay has the UK rights to the name.  So, here in the US, "Gene Loves Jezebel" refers to Michael's band, while Jay's is known as "Jay Aston's Gene Loves Jezebel;" in the UK the situation is reversed.  Got it?

Despite the bickering, Gene Loves Jezebel made some decent music, and I thank James for this request.  Enjoy the clips for two of their best, "Desire" and "Jealous":








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